Really liked this.
(Not sure about the last two lines, though.)
Yr Loving Dor
----- Original Message -----
From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, June 28, 2006 5:29 PM
Subject: poem: Forest Play
Forest Play
This living night
tunes its wooded instruments
staccato solos deep
in stands of long-leaf pine
Watch
from the moss firefly light rises
marionettes cut loose
in unstringed dance
Pull me up with you
pull me up in your sparky ease
through the curls of paper birch
I will call your names
in our flying tease
a quick dance
before we disappear
Oh slow this dark rehearsal
damp the players' touch
at times
just tonight
~~~~
Judy Prince
28.6.6
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